People say I am very good at “the vanishing act”. I do not doubt the “people”. So from an expert, in case you might want to carry out “the vanishing act”, here are 5 things you need to do to VANISH into thin air:

De-activate your Facebook account.

Quit your full-time job, do some freelancing instead.

Get a new mobile number.

Get a new hairstyle.

Travel to a new place (at least for a month).

What makes me the expert??? Well, I have burnt bridges… I have burnt so many of them that if this were literal, I would have ashes measuring the height of [probably] the Eiffel Tower… Yes, oh yes, I do exaggerate… But then again, I have burnt bridges a lot… you know what I mean…

Do I have regret burning bridges? No. When you know the bridges are weighing you down, methinks it’s better to burn them instead of getting weighed down. As a young woman, I wasted my time and energy in trying to save the bridges that were drowning me. Then, I used to think that the only way to keep myself from drowning was to be weighed down by the bridge that was already under water. So, no regrets, whatsoever.

Although I do think of the relationships that I have had to forsake. They were good friends… great friends… at one point of time. Misunderstanding, miscommunication, misapprehension, misreading expressions, misleading conclusions, mistaken mistakes and many more mis-es led up to the demise of such relationships. I say demise because these burnt bridges, these ended friendships, can never be rebuilt, can never be rekindled.

Soon, we learn to leave with who we have. Soon, we don’t need the urge to vanish. Soon, other people will fill the places left vacant. Slowly we heal, and surely with scars.

So, let us not worry about vanishing, if that helps us give our “self” back. So, let us not worry about burning bridges, if that helps us from keeping afloat. So let us vanish if we must!!!

Disclaimer: I post posts like the one above when I’m at my wit’s end. It is also important to note here that I’m usually at my wit’s end… it’s like my wit’s always at end and so it often is a wonder why I’m blogging… errr or rather pretending to blog… But then again, this is just a disclaimer. Peace Out!

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There are days when the moment you LOOK 0_0 at the prompt and words swoop rushing in… and then there are days when you LOOK, stare, LOOK on, stare on, on and on and on and on until you wish that sights could start echoing… but sights no make echos, only sounds make them so… and so once again a post that makes less than zilch meaning.

When I wasn’t working, my life was chaotic, a bit literally and a bit not so literally.

Chaotic House: I was lazy to such an extent that my place always had that recently-bombed look. Things were everywhere… every night my bed had to be found [discovered] under the rubble of everything that had happened that day… [early morning afternoon] I had to tiptoe my way out… it was like walking through a filed of mines for fear of smashing those “everything” that would be lying on the floor…

Chaotic Eating: There was hardly any time for breakfast… by the time I got up and got out of the minefield, it would be almost past noon… So if I was hungry, I’d still wait for the time to be late afternoon or at least 2 pm to have my first meal… by now I’d be so starved I could eat a whale… and so I’d feast like a king… then I’d be so stuffed that there was no way I could eat another morsel for the rest of the day…

Now I’ve started working, and I’ll be working for a few months straight… so my life is just plain chaotic.

Chaotic House: Earlier it was the laziness that kept me from keeping a straight house… now I do not have time to clean up… my house is still a minefield…

Chaotic Eating: I hardly have time to fix myself some breakfast in the morning… at lunch break there is just too many things to do [there’s always something that urgently needs to get done just around lunch time]… so tea tea tea tea tea tea… I grab cookies here, crumbs there, fries here, apple there… tea tea tea tea tea…

Chaotic Weekends: I didn’t know weekends could be so taxing and so less relaxing… I had so many things to do this last weekend… getting up late didn’t help either… there was laundry to be done… Having to go to work means having to wear clean clothes… it isn’t like hanging out in pj’s all day… while Saturday thus slipped by, Sunday was over in the blink of an eye…